I made a rainbow, but it disappeared as soon as I reached out
It was an early afternoon when I stood still with a tin watering can dangling in my hand
It has a name, doesn't it? That tall, white flower
Blooming outside my field of vision, as if forgotten by everyone

I made a rainbow, wanting to touch it just once
Once I've grown up, I'll probably laugh at my dream and hope with my nose
But we keep on repeating it without realizing
Even after growing up, I still reach out whenever I make a rainbow

I made a rainbow. The flower withered when I didn't notice
The only things in my vision were countless puddles
Something very precious has withered without making a single sound
My tin watering can is filled with tears

Making rainbows, again and again, desperately
Even knowing that I can't touch it, I still hold out my hand
It has a name, doesn't it? That tall, white flower
I know now that it has withered--it bloomed for me